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title: "Old Memories – Fresh Pen | Series 1"
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# Old Memories – Fresh Pen | Series 1

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Welcome to a new series of posts where I will take you to the untouched box of memories from my past. The oldest of my memories are just flashes of my childhood. I have gone back into ages to remember my first shot of memory and share it with you all. **I have penned down my deepest thoughts and the air feels alive once again.**

# From the core

I must have been 5 or 6 years old at that time. The clippings are all jumbled up and I am not sure which one exactly comes first. I remember my first home in Darya Ganj, Delhi where I was born. There were 6 open flats inside a big building and our flat was on the first floor along with a room set on the second floor. My dad had maintained a beautiful garden on the second floor. And I remembered that he used to take care of the plants all by himself.

**We always admire those things which we can't get easily**. Similar was the case with me when it came to the nearby houses.

I always liked the ground floor flat on the opposite side. I had heard many stories from my Grandmother that described the flat so beautifully. It was an unfulfilled desire to have a look of that flat from inside.

I also liked another flat opposite to our building at the corner of the road. It was a vast round shaped bungalow. I had asked my grandparents millions of times that why didn't we live in that house? That was brilliantly made.

My grandmother used to visit her friend and I used to accompany her many times. I liked her house too. It was all white and big. It had spiral stairs and it was fun to climb them.

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# Lessons learnt later in life

Now when I look back at my past, I just laugh away. But on a serious note, why did I like everybody's home except my own? I was always fascinated by their home's size and architecture. The colour and space had made a place of its own into my mind. Maybe because:

- At such a tender age, we don't have thoughts of our own to make an opinion of how the house should be. Whatever we see, we want it.
- But yes, I had dreamed of a beautiful house since my childhood and today, I live in a house that is truly beautiful or rather made beautiful.
- It is later in the age that we understand the importance of a reoccurring dream. A dream fits itself into our subconscious and our subconscious mind starts working to achieve it.
- **We may forget about our dream but our subconscious never.**
- **Wisely we learn that home is not beautiful because of its space; big or small but because of the love out of which it is made.**

***Memories are old but the pen is fresh.***

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